Each time I touch, a rose petal
And breathe the sweet fragrance, it brings
I know there's a God, up in heaven
No human could create, these things
The dogwood the oak and the willow
So gracefully wave, in the breeze
The dogwood, I'll always remember
My Lord died upon, one of these
The sunset in its, golden splendor
Such colors no artist, can do
I know, when I look on its beauty
Each page in the Bible, is true
No picture or painting, can capture
The beauty of any, of these
The flowers, the sunset, the trees